The history of Pendennis

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Seite 20 Be they ever so high in station, they can be but ladies, and no more. But almost
every man who lives in the world has the happiness, let us hope, of counting a
few such persons amongst his circle of acquaintance — women in whose
angelical ...

Seite 42 Indeed, who ever accused women of being just ? They are always sacrificing
themselves or somebody for somebody else's sake. There happened to be no
young woman in the small circle of friends who were in the widow's intimacy
whom ...

Seite 55 She was of the tallest of women, and at her then age of six-and-twenty — for six-
and-twenty she was, though she vows she was only nineteen — in the prime and
fulness of her beauty. Her forehead was vast, and her black hair waved over it ...

Seite 99 She is of all, except you, the simplest, the kindest, the most affectionate of women
. Why should she not be on the stage ? — She maintains her father by her labor."
" Drunken old reprobate," growled the Doctor, but Pen did not hear or heed.

Seite 104 It pleased her (with that dismal pleasure which the idea of sacrificing themselves
gives to certain women), to think of the day when she would give up all to Pen,
and he should bring his wife home, and she would surrender the keys and the ...

Beliebte Passagen

Seite xi - ONE fine morning in the full London season, Major Arthur Pendennis came over from his lodgings, according to his custom, to breakfast at a certain Club in Pall Mall, of which he was a chief ornament.

Seite 202 - Clavering westwards towards the sea — the place appears to be so cheery and comfortable that many a traveller's heart must have yearned towards it from the coach-top, and he must have thought that it was in such a calm friendly nook he would like to shelter at the end of life's struggle.

Seite 78 - In love with such a little ojus wretch as that stunted manager of a Bingley?" She bristled with indignation at the thought. Pen explained it was not of her he spoke, but of Ophelia of the play. " Oh, indeed ; if no offence was meant, none was taken : but as for Bingley, indeed, she did not value him — not that glass of punch." Pen next tried her on Kotzebue. " Kotzebue ? who was he 1 " — " The author of the play in which she had been performing so admirably.

Seite 222 - Ah, sir — a distinct universe walks about under your hat and under mine — all things in nature are different to each — the woman we look at has not the same features, the dish we eat from has not the same taste to the one and the other — you and I are but a pair of infinite isolations, with some 161 fellow-islands a little more or less near to us.

Seite v - Since the author of Tom Jones was buried, no writer of fiction among us has been permitted to depict, to his utmost power, a MAN. We must drape him, and give him a certain conventional simper. Society will not tolerate the Natural in our Art.

Seite 34 - Pen never liked to halt, but made his tutor construe when he was at fault, and thus galloped through the Iliad and the Odyssey, the tragic play-writers, and the charming wicked Aristophanes (whom he vowed to be the greatest poet of all). But he went so fast that, though he certainly galloped through a considerable extent of the ancient country, he clean forgot it in after-life, and had only...